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“Well, these ladies are…how old did you say you are?” asked Edward, giving Tobias a once-over as he tried yet again to estimate his age.
“Old enough to hear whatever gossip you want to tell me,” he returned.
“The two ladies,” said Edward, holding up two fingers in a v-shape. “They’re very close.”
Edward snapped his fingers together.
“But how do they…” Tobias chewed thoughtfully. “I know gents sometimes…” He snapped his own two fingers together. “But how do two ladies do it if there’s no piece between ’em?”
“I suppose that’s when they summon me,” said Edward, not sounding certain.
“But if they don’t want a brat and just want to…”
“Enjoy each other’s company?” asked Edward, his eyebrow raised.
“Can they?”
Edward thought back to Calista’s wet, well-worked cunny and stifled a groan. The last thing he needed, besides this headache, was a hard cock. “They most certainly can.”
“Then why did they let you put it in the one lady?” asked Tobias, innocently stumbling onto the question Edward had been struggling to articulate all day.
“I don’t know,” he said, just as puzzled. “But I mean to find out.”
Chapter 6
In delicate matters withthe potential of changing his fortunes markedly, Edward employed the same strategy he brought to all of his affairs.
He ignored them.
Thus, it was not until two weeks later that he walked into the Netherwallop townhouse after the well-favored footman he’d met earlier delivered a missive from Miss Arden.
Her ladyship’s courses arrived last week. You’ll need to try again.
So his breeding had not taken the first time. No matter, he could stick his cock in a beautiful woman for as long as it took to get her with child.
Edward waved off the butler attempting to direct him to a sitting room. He had a special invitation of a most enticing sort in his paw, and he was not about to be denied entrée to the bower of sapphic pleasures promised by Miss Arden.
When you reach our rooms, knock on the door twice, then scratch three times. If you then watch through the keyhole, you might see something interesting indeed.-H
In truth, his cock had been in a state of perpetual interest since reading those words, imagining the ladies in a garden wearing naught but flower crowns and gauzy shifts that blew away on a gentle breeze the moment he wished to see more.
Edward sighed and ran up the stairs to the viscountess’s apartment. He was running hot, like an experimental engine bound to explode.
At the door, he completed the required sequence of knocks and scratches, then bent to watch at the keyhole like a character in a pornographic novel to see what transpired between the ladies.
With her skirts spread becomingly and a needlework frame before her, Calista was already seated on the divan. Edward wondered if she knew he was outside watching her, but he noticed her eyes darting to the door as if she couldn’t stop thinking about him observing the room. Very nice.
When Edward resolved to knock again so that he might join, Miss Arden appeared at Calista’s side. She stroked her mistress’s hair until the viscountess tipped her head back.
Edward kept his hand on his cock, motionless, and prayed that no one would find him peeping through the keyhole like a debauchee. Yet the fear of discovery made his blood run hotter, as did pretending he observed the ladies without their knowledge.
Harriet, that minx, had pulled her bodice down enough to remove a breast, which she offered for Calista’s delectation. Miss Arden wasn’t gentle; she pressed her full swell into Calista’s face and nose, keeping the nipple lodged between her lips.
And that was when Edward heard footsteps on the stairs. He had to race down the hall and tuck himself into a room with an unlocked door until the danger had passed.
After a few minutes, he looked out to check if the hallway was clear. What he found instead was a maid watching through the very keyhole he’d been enjoying, one hand tucked in her bodice and the other rubbing frantically betwixt her thighs as she presumably watched the ladies pleasure each other.
“Might I be of assistance?” asked Edward, immediately behind the little voyeur, who almost certainly had not received a written invitation to the show.
